I have a yardstick nailed to the wall, and every July 4th I mark the height of each of the eight grandkids. Its been going on now since 2002, probably one of our best family traditions; definitely my favorite anyway.
In the summer of 2002, there were only three to measure; they were too young at the time to appreciate its value, so I had to put up with quite a bit of whining. Now, the older ones look forward to it and their excitement infects the younger ones, who technically aren’t tall enough to even make the chart, but the toddlers like to imitate the older kids so I still record their height. Growing like weeds, today the ages range from 15 years to 15 months, and the heights from 5′-5 1/4″ to 2′ – 7″.
What made this year extra special was the group picture of all the grand kids. This is the first group picture ever where one of them isn’t crying. Now, THAT’S progress.
Thought for the Day: If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Frederick Douglass